Bet You Think You're Cool

I bet you think you're hip like that

I bet you still worship Kerouac

And just like him,

I tend to think you're overrated

I'm sure you write a great folk song

I bet you love a-runnin' on and on

Like you're some

Kind of Van Zandt Second Coming

I bet you think you're cool

I bet you think you're cool

I bet you think you're cool

I bet you think you're cool

I bet you think you run this town

Love that all your lackeys hang around

The King of Clubs,

Always holding back your aces

I bet you like to walk real tall

Wearing your plaid and overalls

When in fact,

You've never seen a horse or stable

I bet you think you're cool

I bet you think you're cool

I bet you think you're cool

I bet you think you're cool

But I can see right through

Every pick and strum you play

And all of your self-doubt

Bleeds right through the words you say

I bet you think you're some outlaw

Donning a ten gallon faux pas

How unique,

You even ride a motorcycle

I bet you like to act real shy

Leaving your women high and dry

Skipping town,

Without a sound in the night

I bet you think you're cool

I bet you think you're cool

I bet you think you're cool

I bet you think you're cool